Writings and Witterings

In a Box In a Drawer

There they sit in a box in a drawer,
I pause to think,
then think some more,
about what they mean,
about what they were for,
about why they linger in a box in a drawer.

A commemorative coin, two medals,
WI brass and gilt badge, with enamels,
World War Two ‘For Home and Country’.
The coin shows, to put it quite bluntly,
a failed bridegroom with his bride.
While the badge and medals mark honour and pride.

The medals belong to a younger me,
I could swim in those days, lengthily,
a silver, a gold,
a story to be told;
they drown in a box in a drawer,
they can be found in a box in a drawer.

There they sit in a box in a drawer,
what will they mean
when I leave through that door?
The door Mum and Dad took a few years ago,
the one that goes one way,
as far as we know.

Memories remain, and these,
nothing more;
nothing more lingers,
in a box in a drawer.